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My lips start to tingle – the current of a kiss begging to close the circuit.
In last week’s lesson from the Pick Up Artist scriptures, I learned that when you feel the tingle, she probably is, too, and you really must go in for the kiss.
But really? Is she REALLY feeling it too?
I don’t want to be presumptuous and ruin this moment with this woman I’ll never see again, ever.
I break eye contact and look down.
Somehow, one half of her bikini top has slipped Continue Reading →

How much should I direct them, anyway? 

Now I get up in my head – I wonder if they want me to mold them into a pice of art like I often do with my studio subjects – or if they just want to fuck in front of me?  I’m open to either. 

Their unfolding passion creates a force field that I’m reluctant to puncture. 

I shift into documentary mode and fire off a volley of shots while he proceeds to enjoy his wife. 

Steven is on one knee. She’s sitting on a chair. She places one foot – still in her 4” heels – on his shoulder. 

His face dives deep into her. She tosses her head back in pleasure. 

I am a fly on the wall. 

He ceremoniously removes each heel, then, each stocking. 
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Technique is like vodka.
The better it is, the less you notice it.

With Ashley, I didn’t taste the vodka at all.
I taste her, through my cock –  

Her hunger, her joy, her eroticism, in taking me deep, in swallowing me down. 

A generously, lovingly, enthusiastically given blow job speaks to a man’s soul in a way that no steak ever could, no matter how much Emeril sanctifies it.

It says, “I see you. I feel you. I taste you. I want ALL of you, inside of me, in the deepest and most intimate of ways. That’s how much I love, accept, and adore you.”
When she swallows me, it is a sacrament to her. It is holy communion – she takes this part of me, and makes it part of her, quite literally. Continue Reading →

Goddamn…. The light loves Beth.  My camera does, too. 

These images are damn near flawless.  

Flawless in the first few frames?  Fuck!  We are going to have a very, very good day…. 

She’s taking direction extremely well.  We are already off the runway, where most people would still be slowly taxiing.  

I decide to see how high we can fly. 

“Okay, now I want you to tease your bra strap off of your shoulder a little bit”.  Standard issue boudoir directives. 

It pops right off. 

“Ok good – turn this way a little – tease the top of your skirt for me…”

And tease it, she does. 

“Ok very good – let’s slip that other bra strap off the other side. Let your bra loosen up quite a bit, we’ll start heading toward you taking it off in a few shots.” 

She just takes her bra off entirely.  Continue Reading →

After arriving at her apartment in downtown Denver, I unloaded my car and set up a makeshift studio in her apartment, and we commenced the shoot. My palms were sweaty. A dash of adrenaline garnished my bloodstream. I had never photographed a naked woman before. This was not just any naked woman; it was HER. My newly discovered soul mate and muse. Continue Reading →